I was reading my year 2 report card from 1972 yesterday. As you do. And I was pretty pissed off at my P.E. comments. Because I was a very sporty girl. Running was my main thing but I also played softball and netball and loved all sporty type things. And I know I probably wasn’t playing a lot of competitive sport when I was in second class but I must have done a lot of good things. So I’m cranky that when it came time to write a comment on my report the teacher has chosen to pick on my lack of tumbling skills. My fear of tumbling.
Because that’s what it was. I was terrified of tumbling. And I’m surprised there weren’t a great number of children with broken necks back then from all that stupid tumbling. Because the idiots making you do it didn’t really care if you were doing it right or wrong. Especially backwards tumbling. In fact I bet that’s when all my stiff neck problems began.
I never saw the point of lining up a long line of thin blue plastic mats and making children do endless somersaults down it forwards then back again backwards. It was pretty funny to watch though. There weren’t many kids that were good at it. Most people did these sort of awkward painful looking rolls that always veered off to the side until they went off the mat.
I was scared of all the gymnastics equipment. Those uneven bars gave me nightmares. There was no way I was getting on them. And that box thing. A vault thing. It’s probably a horse something. You jumped on a springboard then did some trickery and landed on the other side. The only time I used that I hit the springboard too hard and my fingers just brushed the edge of the box as I flew straight over the other side. It was extremely humiliating I might add.
Hopefully there are all kinds of safety and public liability rules these days that have put an end to school P.E. gymnastics. I think I even chipped a tooth that day.
I also found my maths report. All I can say about that is that it still all remains a “mystery”. My son is a maths freak. He told me once that the world would be a batter place if it was a maths world. I can’t even imagine what that would involve. Lots of right angles I suppose. I don’t think I’d last long.
The reason I was reading my reports is because I found them in this clearing out clutter programme I’m on. And I threw them in the bin. And I’d just like to point out that I don’t feel free or liberated in any way. I actually feel like going out and searching for them in the bin and putting them back in the box.